The Woods, Part 18/19, AU spangel
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Will Atherton brought his son to a new development in the pristine woods of Washington State, thinking it was a great place to live. But there is something in the woods. Something watching. Something dark. Even the reassurances of soft-spoken and confident Sheriff Liam Roarke can't chase away Will's growing awareness of something that doesn't want he or his son or anyone else to live on the mountain.

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Previously: "They are predators from their design, which I admit, does resemble certain...creatures that don't exist anymore," Tara told Oz.
"Like raptors."
"Yes, the killing claw is pretty distinctive."
"But if dinosaurs are extinct--"
"They are and they're not. Birds exist. So, I guess it's possible that--"
"Okay, since they are currently tearing the morgue apart, we'll go with possible. Tara, how do we stay alive?"
The creature let out a high, undulating sound and the others stilled, looking toward the one Oz took to be their leader.
It leaped on the desk, splintering wood, scattering papers, wide dark pupils fixed on Oz and the girls he mashed behind him in a probably futile-as-hell gesture of protection.
Then as he stared, the wave of dizziness he'd experienced earlier returned.
For a second, he thought he saw himself. Saw through the creature's eyes--
Suddenly the metal double door swung open a second time, only this time a large man strode inside the morgue. He paused and his eyes widened as two wedge-shaped heads turned to face him. One of the creatures sprang onto a metal table, foot claw raised.
"Holy...!" The stranger yanked out a gun. Fired.
Oz heard a coughing sound. Blood and black feathers exploded.
"No!" Oz yelled.
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Liam/Will NC 17
kind of gothic
includes the prompt "Hello Darkness, My Old Friend" from
tamingthemuse
written for a Moonridge donation from
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Memorable entries for The Woods
The Woods, Part 18/19

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Previously: "They are predators from their design, which I admit, does resemble certain...creatures that don't exist anymore," Tara told Oz.
"Like raptors."
"Yes, the killing claw is pretty distinctive."
"But if dinosaurs are extinct--"
"They are and they're not. Birds exist. So, I guess it's possible that--"
"Okay, since they are currently tearing the morgue apart, we'll go with possible. Tara, how do we stay alive?"
The creature let out a high, undulating sound and the others stilled, looking toward the one Oz took to be their leader.
It leaped on the desk, splintering wood, scattering papers, wide dark pupils fixed on Oz and the girls he mashed behind him in a probably futile-as-hell gesture of protection.
Then as he stared, the wave of dizziness he'd experienced earlier returned.
For a second, he thought he saw himself. Saw through the creature's eyes--
Suddenly the metal double door swung open a second time, only this time a large man strode inside the morgue. He paused and his eyes widened as two wedge-shaped heads turned to face him. One of the creatures sprang onto a metal table, foot claw raised.
"Holy...!" The stranger yanked out a gun. Fired.
Oz heard a coughing sound. Blood and black feathers exploded.
"No!" Oz yelled.
betaed by
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Liam/Will NC 17
kind of gothic
includes the prompt "Hello Darkness, My Old Friend" from
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written for a Moonridge donation from
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Memorable entries for The Woods
The Woods, Part 18/19